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Jan 2011
After the final collapse of the old, transitory soul
& the resurrection of the void-wind nature's mouth

long after virtues are lost in a swirl of constant fluxing destruction which stabs the longing eyes

Tracing the lines of the invisible, unmistakable force of relation to that which is interpreted through the senses
& which creeps out of unrecalled dreams - the reinforced born-into mistake, set in stone language to seem holy

symbols to feel normal
- yet never seeking solace in instinct
or beaten down for sensing the eternal question

a pluck of the heartstrings to instigate confusion
to investigate breath, to regulate the settling of mercury within the vibrating dome of one single bleeding dollar
- stamped over the heel of Achilles

With good conscience beating the air - to celebrate the holy day that came from somewhere concocted over midnight's back
Joe M. 01/20/10
Joseph Martinez
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Joseph Martinez  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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